Friendzone: Exit

Friendzone: Exit

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica


Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica


Something had changed overnight. He had never had this effect on her before but suddenly it felt like she couldn’t be near him anymore without wanting to wrap her legs around him.


Something had changed overnight. He had never had this effect on her before but suddenly it felt like she couldn’t be near him anymore without wanting to wrap her legs around him.


Submitted: March 25, 2012

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Submitted: March 25, 2012



Jess flew into a panic. Michael had just called to say that he was coming over. Instead of firmly telling him that she didn’t want to see him, she had blundered her way through the brief conversation. Now he was on his way and for the first time in the 5 years she had known him, she had no idea what to say to her best friend.

She sat down on the couch with her face in her hands. Even though it was mid-afternoon, only a cold, milky light filled the room. The cloudy sky outside seemed to understand that this was a day for heavy hearts and rolled about morosely.
The events of the previous night had left Jess thoroughly shaken. It was usual for Jess and Michael to spend several hours in a day mock flirting with each other but she always laughed off accusations of anything serious between them when her friends confronted her. They could never be anything more.
But now? Could they just chalk it up to one drunken mistake and go back to the way they were?

At this point, a tiny but exceedingly loud part of her mind asked her if she really wanted to go back to the way things were.
Remember when he touched you? He sent shivers through you, didn't he? You were dripping wet. You want him inside you again, don’t you?
She wanted to scream.

The memory of it was even harder to block out. It had been Michael’s house warming party, so naturally, Michael was more drunk than any of his guests. It was a great party and everyone was clearly having good time. As always, Michael and Jess teased and made jokes at each other’s expense all night. Everyone giggled at their antics and added them to the list of crazy things that Michael and Jess do.

It was a large crowd though, nobody noticed when the two of them disappeared for a while. Jess pulled Michael into his bedroom and shut the door behind them. It was usual for them to evade the others every once in a while to have a conversation of their own, so Jess didn’t think twice before doing it. She started to tell him a juicy bit of gossip about one of their friends, “you’ll never guess what Anna just told me. Remember the other day when... Michael?”

He just stood there staring hard at her, not listening to a word she said. There was an intense concentration on his face, as though a terrible decision lay before him.
“Michael? What’s wrong?”

Suddenly he walked towards her and pushed her against the door. She was too startled to remember what she had been talking about. His eyes were looking into the depths of her and she felt too hypnotised to be coherent.
“Michael... what’re you do-”
“Shh...”, he cut her off before she could finish. She looked at him but she could barely recognize him. She knew the face so well but the expression of raw hunger on it as he looked at her was completely new. Or was it? She didn’t know what to do. She wanted him to look away. His gaze was devouring her.

A hand reached up to lift her face and then, he kissed her. She felt a single flame leap into existence somewhere deep inside her. Before she realised it, she was kissing him back. His arms were around her, pressing her to him so hard, she felt as though she would melt right into him.

His hands were everywhere, feeling, exploring like prisoners set free after a long-suffering bondage. When one of them found her breast, she gasped, breaking the kiss. She half expected him to back away. After all, this was Michael. Sweet, dependable, I-can-never-be-attracted-to-him-that-way Michael; not strong, sexy, lights-a-flame-inside-her Michael. But he did not back away. He was a different sort of creature that night.

He caught her firmly beneath her bottom and lifted her right up. She felt almost frail in his arms. In a few long strides, he had carried her onto the unmade bed. She lay there drowning in the mess of sheets as he stood looking at her. Then, with a slow precision that took her breath away, he lifted her legs up to his chest and took her black heels off one by one. He kissed an ankle as the other leg dropped to the bed. He could probably see her flimsy black thong now but somehow the knowledge of this made her even hotter.

He was kissing his way up her leg now. When he reached her inner thigh, she started to tremble. “Michael...”, she whispered in feeble protest but was utterly defeated by the hoarse longing in her own voice. His kisses were climbing higher and higher to a fiery climax. When she felt a gentle, fleeting touch of his lips through the thong, a volcanic eruption seemed to fill her.

She arched up violently and found him looking right at her. For a moment, everything stood still. The very air around them seemed to... stop.

And then she reached up, grabbed him by the scruff of his shirt and pulled him into her ocean of sheets and pillows. The air was heavy with discarded clothes being tossed aside. The kissed as though an apocalypse was only moments away. And just like that, he was inside her.

If there was a better feeling in the world, she hadn’t felt it. He drove so deep into her, she felt like she would explode just from taking all of him in. She couldn’t believe this was the same Michael she thought she knew. How could she want him so bad?

He moved like a machine, a fluid serpentine machine. He was taking her to such heights, it made her dizzy to look down-

The jarring doorbell brought Jess crashing out of her daydream. She felt disoriented. He was at the door! She straightened her dress and ran hurried fingers through her hair. She ran to the door, then stopped, took a few deep breaths and tried to calm the hell down. Thinking about the previous night had brought the familiar heat rising up inside her and she felt mortified at the idea of meeting Michael in such a state.
She forced herself to slow down and with a massive effort at calm, opened the door. There he stood, just as she’d always know him.

He looked at her, trying to guess her thoughts. She invited him in. She walked towards the couch but didn’t sit down. Was she afraid to be near him? Was she thinking about yesterday? Did she hate him? She started to speak.

“Look Michael, about yesterday...”
“I’m sorry I came on so suddenly Jess-”
“It doesn’t matter. You’re my best friend, Mikey. I don’t want to lose you.”
“Who said you’re losing me?”

She turned away from him. She walked to the window and stood with her back to him now.

“I just don’t want yesterday to be so big a deal that we never get over it. We were drunk, it happened. These things happen.”

He took just one moment to steel his nerves and then walked up to her. He stood behind her now, just inches away. He could feel the warmth of her body and catch whiffs of her perfume. She was so damn sexy, it was all he could do to stop himself from simply laying her on the couch and sliding into her again.

She didn’t turn around. He wanted to spin her around and tell her that he loved her. Last night he could have sworn that it was mutual. Was it just a passing moment for her?

“I was drunk Jess, but not that much. I knew what I was doing and I think... so did you.”

She didn’t reply.

He put his arms around her waist and softly kissed her ear.
“I’ve always wanted you Jess, as more than a friend. Last night... I don’t know what came over me. I just saw you there and I couldn’t hold it back any more. If you’re expecting me to say yeah, let’s just forget about it and move on, that’s not going to happen. We were amazing together and you know it. I always knew we would be and maybe somewhere, so did you...”

Michael waited. Jess didn’t turn around.

Slowly, her body seemed to lose its rigidity. She leaned against him, resting her head back on his chest. He smiled, she seemed almost tired in a way. He tightened his embrace around her and rocked her slowly. She sighed as he kissed her ear again.

Denial was a strange thing. After years of exhausting pretenses, when the final battle was finally lost, the relief almost crushed you as much as the effort. She wanted to turn around and face him but she didn’t think she could bear to look at him just yet.

He was kissing her neck now, goosebumps erupting on her skin in trembling response. The strap of her dress fell as he kissed her shoulder. Her nipples were starting to peak up. Something had changed overnight. He had never had this effect on her before but suddenly it felt like she couldn’t be near him anymore without wanting to wrap her legs around him.

She turned around and looked into his face. Her eyes flashed almost angrily at him. He thought he understood why.

“Sorry I didn’t do this a long time ago”, he said starting to kiss her.

“Why don’t you carry me to bed again then?”
“I don’t know why I let you leave it at all”, he said lifting her up.
She unbuttoned his shirt, kissing his chest as she did so. He tried to pull her onto the bed but she pushed his hand away. She wasn’t going to hand over the reigns just yet. He couldn’t always have his way, being her friend one minute and her lover the next. She pushed him flat on his back, climbed atop him and started to unbuckle his belt. He watched her with an amused grin on his face. She noticed with some satisfaction that the grin vanished as soon as she pulled his penis out and gave it a light kiss.

She took the tip in her mouth and swirled it around a little. The hunger was starting to come back into his eyes as he watched her do this. Her hot mouth was wrapping around more and more of him, driving him over the edge. She ran a tongue all the way from the bottom to the end of his shaft, making him groan. She started to move her mouth faster and faster over his rock hard erection, spinning her tongue in dizzying spirals.

She stood up on the bed and as he watched her in delirious craving, she slipped out of her dress and underwear. Then, with a deliberate slowness that she knew was driving him crazy with anticipation, she lowered herself onto him and guided him home. When she started to buck and move her hips, he couldn’t remember seeing anything sexier in his life. She threw her bra aside, letting him drink in the view of her bouncing breasts. She started to move faster and with a sly grin on her face, lowered herself towards him till her nipple was an inch away from his lips. He lifted his head to savour her soft flesh in his mouth but in a flash she dug her nails deep into his chest and arched up so that she was an inch away from him again. It was more than he could bear.

He grabbed her around the waist and as she laughed at his impatience, he rolled her onto her back. He entered her with his whole length and weight, cutting her laughter into a moan. He hooked her legs onto his shoulders so he could push even deeper, making her thrash in ecstasy. He fucked her with a passion even he didn’t know he possessed. Her whimpers of satisfaction were getting him so worked up, he wanted even more of her. He had wanted her for so long, he could hardly believe he finally had her. She pulled him into a kiss and nibbled his lower lip affectionately.

He pumped in and out of her, running circles around her nipples with his tongue, building her up to a towering orgasm.

As she emerged, still shaking and wild-eyed, he smiled at her and kissed her hard. It was going to be one long afternoon.

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